If the measure of love is thisnThen passion tastes less like a kiss and more like a smilenAfter miles and miles alonenWe spend hours and hours of our time on the telephonennOh but I’m not gonna lienThere have been timesnWhen I broke down and criednAt the thought of the distancenScared of the milesnAll that I’m missing away from your eyesnn(Chorus) nn Cuz our’s was a lazy lovenSunday afternoonnLying on the couch in your teeny tiny living roomnAnd I can’t decide what I miss morenYour kiss or your smilenOhnnIf the measure of love is thisnThen being so far away, well it feels like a twist in my arm nAnd I miss what you say, you donEven more I am missing the man you make me intonOhnnOh but I’m not gonna lieThere have been timesWhen I broke down and criedAt the thought of the distanceScared of the milesAll that I’m missing away from your eyesn(Chorus)nnAnd Incan’t decide what I miss morenYour kiss or your smilennOh and yes I got your letter and yes it would be betternIf the ocean were my backyardnThen I could fill a sailboat with postcards and envelopesnAnd float right back to your armsnn(Chorus)x2 nnAnd I can’t decide what I miss morenYour kiss or your smilennOh the measure of lovenn